Jim gazed down at the impossibly gorgeous Korean model body stretched out below him as he kneeled on the bed, plowing deep into her deliciously tight sweet center. Kyung was on her back, draped over a large firm cylindrical pillow Anna had brought them, her body spread wide and quivering with overwhelming pleasure as she strummed her clit, approaching her fourth orgasm. He was deep inside her, only stroking slightly, trying to delay his own climax, waiting for hers. Dandan was kneeling behind him, pressed close and writhing against him, nibbling his neck, electrifying him with gentle caresses.
The horrific breakdown that came before was gone but not forgotten. During their long, slow, delicious lovemaking he kept having flashbacks to it, remembering but no longer feeling the agony and frustration of those moments. Instead, each flashback seemed to heal him. It was like some part of him had to review what had gone wrong and learn from it.
Not just the nightmarish breakdown at the end. He remembered every little frustrating moment that led up to it. Like when he took Zhu’s virginity and wished he could have given her a longer first time. Even though she hadn’t minded, even though she had thought it was perfect and had been overjoyed by it, he wanted to be able to slow down, try to make her first time good for her, maybe even make her come, and it was frustrating that he couldn’t.
Then he flashed back to taking Sun Hee and Bai, the first two models that came up the stairs before Francesca and Dandan and Kyung. Sun Hee had been a virgin too. He had delighted in knocking both of them up quickly despite how incredibly hot they were. It had been a crazy thrill to just waste them like that. He felt like such a king, knowing he had more insanely hot models where they came from. Why hadn’t that been frustrating like with Kyung and Dandan? Dandan and Kyung weren’t really that much hotter. All four of them were basically perfect. No. The difference was that he decided to go fast with Bai and Sun Hee, so it was exciting to be able to. And he had decided to wait with Dandan and Kyung but he couldn’t, so it was awful. It wasn’t that he never wanted to go fast. He just wanted to be able to take control sometimes and slow down when he decided to.
The understanding of this suddenly filled him with peace and confidence. Somehow, he knew that figuring this out had helped. That beast mode was still there, lurking. Oh my god was it. His desire to breed was off the charts. But he felt strangely confident that he could now at least sit in the driver’s seat. There was some hope he could figure out how to control it.
Now, right now, as he stroked into Kyung’s mind-blowingly perfect model body, he knew he would soon knock her and Dandan up, but he would decide when. He knew he could wait if he wanted to, again for a fourth time just delight in watching her come and not join her. But he didn’t need to. They had reveled in exploring every inch of each other, driving each other wild with sensual pleasure and passion in every position they could think of, and then in many more that only Anna could think of. It had been glorious, perfect, delicious, thoroughly satisfying. It was enough. Far more than enough.
Every inch of their skin was still impossibly sensitive, every touch wildly pleasurable. He was caressing Kyung with one hand, each slight touch making her squirm and shiver with pleasure, while his other reached back to alternate between slowly teasing around Dandan’s pussy, dipping slightly inside to feel her clench on his fingertip, and lightly strumming her clit. He knew from her soft urgent moans in his ear that she was getting close again too, along with Kyung. And now, he decided, it was time. He was ready. He would finally combine his DNA with these two impossibly perfect angels. Knock them both up together.
“Dandan, squat over her again, I’m going to fill you both,” he said.
“Yes!” both models gasped the word together. The thought of his seed brought Kyung to the edge. She stopped strumming her clit, trying to wait for Dandan to get in position. But then Jim began to stroke deeply into her, building towards his own orgasm, and she quickly lost control, blasting off into a shattering climax, clenching and quivering on him as he plunged deeply into her body. Dandan finally got into position squatting over Kyung so their pussies were close together. Kyung’s orgasmic gasps and moans and her writhing, arching, clenching body were so hot, so contagiously sexy. Jim and Dandan were both at the brink in seconds.
“Here it comes!” he said as he switched to Dandan for a couple deep strokes, then plunged back down into Kyung, finding that perfect, most pleasurable spot and exploding against her cervix.
Kyung’s waning orgasm returned with a vengeance as she felt his hot seed blast into her hyper-fertile womb. “Yes! Yes!” she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasmic pleasure rocketed back up to an absurdly high second peak and her body convulsed and clenched around him.
He pulled out mid-orgasm and slid deep into Dandan’s ridiculously perfect body, pressing deep against her cervix and blasting his seed into her as she too exploded into ecstasy, crying out with joy and clenching around him as he stoked her deeply a few times then plunged back into Kyung, then alternated deep strokes into the two perfect spasming goddesses as their orgasms went on and on in impossibly pleasurable waves. Perfection. Over the top, ridiculous, glorious pleasure. Nothing could ever top this.
They collapsed in a heap, seeing stars, Jim rolling off sideways next to the two girls, their whole bodies tingling, their lips meeting again in a delightful sensuous three-way kiss. Then he pulled back to watch their angelic faces, to see it happen. It hit Dandan first, then Kyung a split second later. They were both pregnant. They would both make him such wonderful, beautiful babies.They were overflowing with joy, babbling their thanks, happy tears filling their eyes, but somehow the joy didn’t hit him. Had he broken it somehow? Lost the ability to feel it, burned it out by overuse? Or scared it away during his breakdown when he hated it and rejected it as someone else’s? Anyway, it was still beautiful to watch them feel it.
Watching them, he suddenly knew somehow that for each of them, one baby was certain, but there was a small chance of twins. Or that small chance could become a certainty if he could have them again after a few hours, when that second egg was ready. Maybe that was when the joy would come. Holy shit, what an insanely sexy thought: he didn’t have to be done with them.
“Can you stay with me tonight?” he asked.
“Yes!” they both gasped together, smiling and giggling through their happy tears.
They stayed together basking in the afterglow for a few minutes, then got up and got dressed. The women headed to the upstairs bathroom where Jim’s three stylists were helping fix hair and makeup for those returning downstairs. Leizu had just come up the stairs and intercepted Jim, looking worried, with Fen trailing close behind.
“I had no idea they recruited so many. How many did you meet?” Leizu asked.
“I think about twenty,” he said.
“Shit. There are even more late arrivals you haven’t met down there. I can’t let you go downstairs until we run the numbers. And we need to freeze recruiting. We might be at the limit for the week already. I was supposed to reserve space on Thursday and Friday for all the models Kai-Ming is flying in. She will be furious.”
“No, it’s ok,” Fen said. “His limit is higher than you think. You’re thinking of when we assumed eleven max per day, based on last night. But he just did twenty.”
Leizu frowned, looking unimpressed. “Twenty today? I knew we were at sixteen today before the party. Twenty is only a little better, not enough.”
“No, not twenty today. This fucking rockstar has already knocked up twenty women at this party. So thirty-six today. And the eleven of us last night, still less than twenty-four hours ago. That’s forty-seven in his first day. At that pace he could clear his to-do list tomorrow easily.”
“Holy shit,” Leizu said, looking at Jim in awe. “Twenty already? I wasn’t stuck in traffic that long. Are you okay?”
He nodded and gave a huge grin. He was so fucking much better than okay. The afterglow still filled him, along with new confidence in his control.
“Are you done for the night?”
He laughed. “I should be, right? I don’t know.” He paused a moment, assessing. Was he tired? Not really. Were his balls empty? Not at all, he realized. Thinking of all those fertile pussies downstairs, he felt swollen, full, like he hadn’t had any release in a week. “Actually, not even fucking close,” he said. “Leizu, you might not even find out my limits tonight. I’m going downstairs.”
“Fucking legend,” Fen breathed.
Caihong was overwhelmed, giddy, and confused. She had never seen so much joy and excitement in one place or felt so at ease among strangers. She had met Wing-Yee first, just this afternoon at the grocery store where she worked. She had instantly liked her, instantly trusted her, and inexplicably agreed to cancel her other plans and come to this baby shower. And now, just hours later, she felt so connected with this whole crowd of new gorgeous faces, so comfortable among them, and so intoxicated by their contagious joy.
Their happiness was beautiful, heartfelt, thrilling, and so very confusing. They were all acting like the best of friends, but in every conversation she joined it seemed like almost everyone had just met. Everyone was just like her, surrounded by strangers and yet feeling so at home, so overjoyed to be together, like they were all long-lost sisters.
And then there were those strange, powerful moments when women came down from upstairs. She had seen over a dozen come down already, one at a time or in small groups, each one utterly glowing, beaming, radiating bliss, watched and cheered by all, their joy igniting waves of happiness that spread across the crowded lower floor of the penthouse. What was going on up there?
Wing-Yee had said it was a baby shower for Jim, but hadn’t answered when she asked who the lucky girl was. She just said everything would make sense when she met Jim. Her overwhelmed brain couldn’t process it, couldn’t even guess at what any of it meant. She felt like she was in a dream, or drunk, despite the complete lack of alcohol at the party.
Then finally he came down the stairs. Caihong waited her turn with growing anxiety, watching three other new girls he was introduced to before her gasp and go wide-eyed with excitement when he shook their hands. A small voice in the back of her mind was saying this isn’t normal, go, run away.
But Wing-Yee was at her side, holding her hand, her kind eyes reassuring her, calming her. She trusted her new best friend. And she wanted this. She wanted to join this… What? Cult? No. Family. It was the happiest imaginable family. She wanted so much to be a part of it. It was what had always been missing from her life. She somehow knew that all she had to do was shake hands with Jim and she would be part of this forever. It was a dream come true. She eagerly stepped forward for her turn.
She wasn’t disappointed. It was stunningly powerful as his eyes finally met hers and it took her, changing her, filling her with purpose and excitement and a deep, urgent, pulsating need. Her body quivered and clenched with it, her eyes going wide, locking with his and pouring every ounce of her feelings into her expression, making sure he knew how she felt, then reveling in the joy of seeing the exact same answering look from him. He felt it too. It was happening to him too, whatever it was. He took both of her hands gently in his and just held her there, pouring desire through his eyes into her soul, utterly filling her, drenching her with it until it overflowed her panties and dripped onto her thighs.
They were connected now. She knew it. And she knew why. She knew what that connection was for, what its inevitable, beautiful, perfect result would be. The thought took her breath away. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything, and she knew she would soon have it. It would soon be her turn to be like all those women who had walked down those stairs radiating that impossibly intense beautiful joy that had seemed so strange to her before, but now made perfect sense. Their eyes were still locked, the moment so incredibly intense and erotic. She heard others around her gasping as they looked on.
And she knew now why she had felt like all these women were a family. They really were. All of their children would be siblings. Siblings of her twins. The thought hit her so hard. It was stunning, overwhelming, miraculous.
As he moved on to meet others, she gazed again around the room. The joy and excitement in the room was exponentially more powerful, now that she understood it and was truly a part of it. It was so right, so beautiful. Her eyes filled with happy tears as Wing-Yee and another gorgeous, pink-haired new sister pulled her in for a hug, congratulating her, wholeheartedly welcoming her to a wonderful new life.
Jim was glorying in being surrounded by his huge harem, soaking in the breathtaking sexiness and scale of it. Everywhere he looked there were newly expectant mothers of his babies, each one a stunning vision of beautiful joy, just radiating contagious overwhelming happiness. Looking at them brought back vivid flashes of those beautiful moments when he first enthralled them, when he first penetrated them, when he came deep inside them, or when they felt that sudden certainty they were bearing his children.
And everywhere he looked there were also the already-enthralled girls he hadn’t been with yet, all staring so intensely at him, their eyes smoldering, dripping with lust, gasping when he looked their way, hoping for some sign it would soon be their turn, their pussies clenching and juicing for him, so eager, so urgent in their need for him, and so fertile, their wombs just aching for his seed. It was so fucking hot to look at each of them and know he could unwrap that gorgeous present right now if he wanted, just take her upstairs and ravish her, filling her with his seed and with that beautiful joy.
And there were a few new faces too, late arrivals to the party still waiting their turn to meet him, confused, curious, nervous, and gorgeous, all chosen so perfectly for him, the most irresistibly sexy women they could find. Ai, that wild, tight young university student he had knocked up in the van this afternoon, was the first to introduce him to the two new recruits she brought. They were two of the hottest students she knew, gorgeous tight lively young college cross-country runners named Guiying and Liena, their lithe lanky shapely bodies making him realize there might be a kind of athlete even more perfect for him than soccer girls. He met their eyes and it hit him so hard again, like it was happening for the first time, as it always did. He watched in awe as their fresh sexy faces and their beautiful intelligent eyes turned from curiosity to shock and then lust as the miracle took them and left them gasping, staring pleadingly at him, squirming in place. Fuck. He wanted them so much. They would be so much fun. How was he so turned on already?
Wing-Yee was there holding hands with two nervous looking, sweet-faced friends who she introduced as Yeong and Caihong. Working girls like Wing-Yee, they looked like they felt out of place in this upperclass setting among all these incredibly beautiful women. They carried themselves like they didn’t know they were beautiful. They were kind-faced sweethearts, absolutely adorable real girls, and so hot in their simple dresses with their perfect slender hourglass figures.
He met Yeong’s eyes as she stepped toward him then froze with her hand outstretched, gasping in shock. He savored the moment as he watched the growing lust in her eyes and she began to squirm, still unable to finish walking toward him, her arm outstretched, her face pleading. He stepped to her and shook her trembling soft hand. She was lovely, adorable, soulful, an absolute sweetheart. And she was desperate to give herself to him, unbelievably urgent in her need for him. Fucking incredible how this never got old. It didn’t matter how many times it happened. It was too important to each of them for him to think of anyone else in these moments.
He turned to meet Wing-Yee’s other recruit Caihong, who looked especially nervous and unsure of herself. He took a little extra time with her. After the miracle took her he gently took hold of both of her hands and held her gaze, showing her with his eyes how exceptionally beautiful and sexy and special he thought she was, then lingered there, savoring the moment as he saw that she believed him and it filled her with happiness and even deeper lust. God, what an angel, what a precious kind sweet soul. She would make such beautiful babies, and be such an amazing mother. He would…
